Tempered Immortal

Chapter 397

They don't know how powerful this guy is, but its tenacious vitality alone is staggering. After being frozen for millions of years, it is still alive and well.

At this moment, it broke the ban and came out, naturally it wanted to seek revenge from the two of them.

"The ins and outs are over, and all human beings must die."

The demon's eyes flickered red, and a tyrannical aura gushed out. The head in the middle opened its mouth, and a ball of blood the size of an egg spewed out.

Li Yaotian was shocked, and quickly sacrificed his talisman, Wang Hu didn't dare to neglect, he stretched out his hand a little, and the writing brush was equally brilliant, hovering above his head.

The Bilin Formation also returned to Lin Xuan's side.

There was a hint of ridicule in the eyes of the monster, and the blood suddenly swelled up, splitting into three parts, and each of them condensed into a magic weapon with a strange shape. It looked like a spear and a dagger. It should be an ancient weapon from millions of years ago. up.

Lin Xuan's pupils contracted slightly, and he mixed his own essence and blood with spiritual power to form a magic weapon. This kind of supernatural power, let alone a cultivator, even the strange skills of a demon cultivator pale in comparison.

The monster clan is indeed well-known, it seems that I have to be careful.

Seeing the blood-red magic weapon flying towards them, Li Yaotian and Wang Hu hurriedly grasped the magic formula, and respectively manipulated the flying sword and brush to meet it.

Lin Xuan was also about to drive the Bilin Formation to meet the enemy, but suddenly felt something strange coming from the aura around him. Before he could think about it, Lin Xuan exerted force on his feet and floated out almost like a conditioned reflex.

A thumb-thick red light passed by as fast as lightning, and with a bang, pierced a small hole in the nearby stone wall.

Lin Xuan only felt his scalp go numb for a while, if not for his strong spiritual sense, he would almost be on his way!

Lin Xuan turned his head with lingering fear, but found that the red light was not something like a magic formula, but a blood-red tentacle.

Missing a hit, he quickly retracted into the soil.

No wonder the demon let Li Yaotian explain the ins and outs of the matter clearly, it turned out that it was setting a trap and wanted to invite you into the urn.

The attack just now was also to attract the attention of the three of them. Lin Xuan turned around with a gloomy expression, and a bloody smell wafted into his nose.

Li Yaotian lowered his head, looked at the tentacles piercing his chest, his face was full of unwillingness.

He was a majestic alchemy master, but he died so inexplicably.

His heart was full of unwillingness, and he still had a bloody feud, so he walked like this, and when he got under the Jiuquan, how could he meet the ancestors of the Huolingmen.

There was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth, blood fell to the ground patter, and he felt his strength being quickly taken away from his body.

Any ambitions, any grand plans, have all returned to dust at this moment.

With a "snap", the tentacle pulled back, taking away the golden core that he had cultivated for a hundred years.

Blood gushed out of Li Yaotian's mouth, and he fell heavily, dying with unsatisfactory eyes. On the other side, Wang Hu's ending was also the same.

The tentacle sent the golden elixir into its mouth, the monster creaked and chewed, and the skin all over its body was red as if it was about to bleed.

Then it raised its head and looked at Lin Xuan with a bad expression.

This young man was able to escape, which really surprised him.

It's just a kid in the early stage of congealing alchemy, and he didn't pay attention to it. Human beings are all damned.

Lin Xuan didn't speak. The hatred between human beings and demons can't be resolved in a few words. Now that they have met, the only way is to fight to the death.

Lin Xuan slapped the storage bag and sacrificed the Piaoyunluoxue sword.

At the same time, with a flick of the big sleeve, the Xiaoyao fan also flew above his head, and a layer of blue light mask was released.

Ripples appeared in the sky, Yue'er held a magic banner and appeared in front of Lin Xuan.

However, this is not all Lin Xuan's means. When he flipped his left hand, there was a simple mirror in his palm.

"Spirit-spirit mirror, who are you, the ancestor of the soul-storage?"

Lin Xuan's series of actions had already made the demon a little speechless. A mere alchemy cultivator, how could he get so many means and treasures? .

Lin Xuan's heart skipped a beat. This mirror was a treasure that he obtained from the ancient mines in Qingye Mountain. It was a treasure left by monks in the Nascent Soul Stage. Lin Xuan didn't know who its original owner was, but hearing the tone of this monster, Have you ever suffered a big loss from this treasure?

Lin Xuan sneered, naturally not in the mood to explain to the other party, raised his left hand, injected spiritual power from the palm, and immediately, more than ten fist-sized light balls spewed out from the mirror, roaring like killing the other party.

Seeing this, the demon's expression became extremely solemn, and the three heads turned around at the same time, their bloody mouths opened wide, and more than a dozen balls of blood sprayed out from inside.

When the two phases came into contact, they burst open immediately.

The strong smell of blood disperses in the air, and the blood is like brown sugar, entwined with the black light cluster sprayed out by the spirit mirror, and soon, the color of the two fades together, and they both perish and disappear together up.

Seeing this scene, Lin Xuan's eyebrows were involuntarily shrouded in a layer of haze.

After obtaining these ancient treasures in Qingye Mountain, he studied them carefully.

Leaving aside other things for the time being, the power of this soul-stealing mirror can definitely be called against the sky.

Once entangled by the ball of light emitted by it, whether it is a magic weapon or a monk himself, a large amount of spiritual power will be lost, and this feature also makes ordinary five-element spells useless when facing this black light ball. All were restrained to death.

These bloody lights were able to die together with the aura-absorbing group, which was beyond Lin Xuan's expectation.

On the contrary, the demon was greatly relieved when he saw this result. In the ancient times, it had fought against the ancestor of the spirit, and the result was a big defeat. Even my little life will be sent there!
For the power of this treasure, it is still fresh in its memory, and it is terrified.

Fortunately, the young man in front of him has only a low level of cultivation, and the power of this treasure can only be used at two or three levels, but even so, it does not dare to entangle with Lin Xuan.

The reincarnation blood group I used just now consumes a lot of real energy.

The first time the two fought, it could be said that they were evenly divided. After Lin Xuan's eyes turned cold, he injected mana into the ancient mirror from his left hand again.

Even if the opponent's blood clots are not small, it doesn't matter, I have to see how much mana he has to drive this supernatural power.

Even if it is consumed, it will be consumed to death.

Lin Xuan had his own plan, and the demon was preparing a wishful thinking. He waved his six arms up and down, and murmured spells resounded.

The words were so obscure that Lin Xuan couldn't even understand a single syllable, perhaps it was the language of ancient times.

Seeing the other party's action, Lin Xuan didn't panic to drive the spirit mirror. He stretched out his right hand and pointed the fairy sword above his head.

After a clear cry, the Piaoyunluoxue sword shot towards the opponent mixed with endless cold air.

(End of this chapter)